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mrsrileywrites · 21 days

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Oh well, it seems like my brain was feeling functional today...

Here's part two of this Simon Riley x pregnant reader ask

Enjoy everyone and as always any and all sorts of interaction is highly appreciated 🫶

Side note: I'm still new here so I don't know how to add links and be like "this" and you press the word and boom there's the link, also I do all this from my phone so bare with my millennial old ass 😅

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"Explain what?" He shouts turning around and walking towards you again, your hands fly to your belly instinctively, protective. You lower your head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.

Simon sees your reaction, the fear on your eyes, and he steps back taking a minute to collect himself, to come to terms with this discovery, he runs his hand over his face and hair.

"I'm sorry Si, I was-" you speak softly, your tone apologetic but he cuts you off, "You are not, I didn't want this, you knew damn well I didn't want this" he shouts again and you shrink yourself wanting to crawl out of your skin and not deal with this, not right now at least, your shoulders slump like a child being scolded. "Why didn't you tell me? You had plenty of chances."

"I didn't know how" you pout looking up at him searching his eyes for reassurance that everything would be okay but he is relentless, you see the rage and something else in his eyes, something you can't quite identify. "You didn't know how? Are you fucking kidding me right now? How about, uh oh by the way you are going to be a dad?" He sighs pacing back and forth like an encaged animal.

"I was afraid" you blink away the tears that have been threatening to spill since he walked through the door, your heart is beating so fast you think you may pass out any second. And he sees you, the fear, the vulnerability, the uncertainty and it hits him like a train, you are afraid too and you've been dealing with this for the past two months on your own, he stands in front of you.

"Afraid of what? Of me?" His voice is much softer now and he moves a strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingers lingering on your cheek and you nod speaking softly like you always do, because you are nothing like him, you are sweet and soft around the edges "of your reaction, of loosing you, but I get it now... you don't have to do this, it's okay really... I can manage on my own".

His hands cup your face and your fingers curl around his wrists, the look on your face pulls at the strings of his heart and he knows he would never be able to leave you even if he tried, even if that meant to face his biggest fears and become a father, the father he wish he had. "You'll never lose me love, you're stuck with me... We'll do this together, yeah?"

"Mhm" you agree and bury your face on his chest letting the tears run free, Simon rubs soothing circles on your back and apologizes over and over, he said he didn't mean to yell, he wasn't mad he was just shocked and scared shitless and you apologize too.

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From that on Simon was really involved in your pregnancy as much as he could, he even talked to Price and he agreed to send him on not-so-dangerous and not-so-long missions, he even got to do all of his paperwork in his little office at home and go with you to all your doctors appointments, he was holding your hand when he saw the baby for the first time, black and white blob staring at him through the screen, he asked the nurse if he could have one of the ultrasound pictures to show the lads back at base and she give him a bunch, he chose his favorite and put it in his wallet, he tried, in vain, to hide his tears the first time he heard the baby's heartbeat, he didn't complained when he noticed his favorite ice cream running out a lot faster while yours remained untouched, you blamed it on the pregnancy cravings.

He held your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your back every morning while you hugged the toilet bowl emptying your stomach courtesy of the morning sickness and he reassured you every time you felt too overly conscious of the changes in your body, he rubbed lotion on your belly and spoke to the bump every night after you showered and got ready for bed, he cried his eyes out the first time he felt the baby kick while he laid on the couch with his head on your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair.

One night you both laid in bed, in the moon lite bedroom, you were at the 36 weeks mark and your doctor had told you the baby could be born any time now. You and Simon (Simon more than you) had put the nursery together while you boss him around. Simon laid behind you, his burly arms wrapped around you while his hand rubbed different shapes on your belly, he gasped every time the baby kicked.

"I'm scared" you mumbled so low you thought he didn't hear you. "Scared of what, love?" he spoke in a drowsy tone his mouth against your neck.

"Giving birth..." He chuckled and you smacked his hand. "You can't escape that part, baby, can you?".

"I know, I just... You are so big and the baby is big for his gestational age too... I don't know if I'll be able to do this" you sighed. "It's too late to think about that now baby" he chuckled again and you smacked his hand again.

"Simon, this is serious" you scolded him and he squeezed you a little tighter, his voice a low murmur against your neck. "I know it is, but you got this... You've come this far and you've been so brave you are going to be just fine, plus I'll be right next to you... and they'll give you something for the pain, I'll make sure you are as comfortable as possible, yeah?".

"Yeah" you agreed sinking further into his warm embrace and you knew no matter how scary it could be Simon would always be there being your biggest supporter and a great father.

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satellite-evans · 1 year

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Perfect

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Your son Jude was the best kid you could ever wish for.

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: Fluff, one curse word

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

The summer breeze felt relaxing on your skin while you were walking with your husband and 4-year-old son on the beach in Bora Bora. Moments like these were very special to your heart, since it was very rare. The last time Chris was free in the summer was when the two of you got married, almost 7 years ago. Since then, he always had to work, leaving you alone, but also heartbroken.

"Mommy, look, the sea is so pretty!"

"Yeah, it is, buddy. It looks gorgeous."

But now, you found yourself on the most perfect island with your husband and son. It was hard to convince Chris, since he doesn't like the ocean that much, but the moment he saw Jude's face, he knew he had to arrange something.

"Do you think the fishies like to walk like us, daddy?" Jude was always very interested in sea animals and water, hence his excitement at going on a beach holiday.

"I'm pretty sure they prefer swimming with their family, makes it easier for them since they don't have legs, remember?"

Chris and Jude had many things they loved doing together, but one thing that stuck out was reading. They loved to read books together. Especially Jude.

Every time Chris came from the set, he was always already on the couch, sitting with a book he chose. Chris read for him, and now that Jude started going to school, he also helped him with reading better.

"Oh yes, daddy. I remember! They have no legs but fins! it was in that book you bought me."

"That's right. Gosh, you have such a good memory, up top buddy!"

Jude then excitedly high-fived his dad, proud that he remembered this information.

After walking on the beach for a while, Jude got sleepy and wanted to go back to his hotel room.

"Aww, you're tired, baby? Do you want mommy to carry you?"

He was clearly struggling to stay awake, with sleep leaking from his eyes and his eyelids kept shutting.

"I got him, babe, don't you worry." With saying that, he took Jude into his bulky arms. Jude immediately put his little arms around his father's neck and buried his face in his neck.

"There we go, shhh I got you buddy, daddy's gotcha." The picture that was playing in front of you was enough to build tears in your eyes. Not only were you lucky to be married to a man like Chris, but you were also blessed to have an exact copy of him as a son.

After putting Jude to bed, Chris found you on the balcony, admiring the view. He slowly reached you, hugging you from behind and putting his head on your shoulder.

"Everything okay, baby?" His voice was soft, almost cuddly, and gave you goosebumps. He kissed your cheek and kept rubbing your arms, his way of keeping you warm.

"Everything is perfect. I was just wondering how lucky we got with a kid like Jude. He is so special, I mean he is only 4 but already has the sweetest soul ever."

"That's because he is just like you, baby." He said now looking at you and not in front of him. "All his great qualities, the reason he is so perfect is just 'cause of you." He tickled your side and you both laughed quietly, trying not you wake the perfect 4 year old.

"Yeah, if he has all my good qualities, what did he get from you?" You were looking back at him now, your hands on top of his.

"Well, that's an excellent question. He obviously got my looks. I mean his eyes, his smile, his nose are all me baby. Which works in his favor, by the way."

"Oh yeah? How is that?"

Chris turned you around so that your chests were touching, and his breath was felt on your lips. The goosebumps came back, and suddenly, kissing him was all you could think about.

"With your intelligence and with my looks, he is gonna fucking rock the world, baby."

"Oh, yeah?" You asked him, your tone dangerously low and your intention dangerously recognizable.

"Yeah. How about we make him a sib-"

"Mommy? Daddy?"

The voice of your son brought you back to real life, and Chris detached himself from you. Both of you went to check up on him.

"Is everything okay, baby? Did you see a bad dream?" You asked him while he was still rubbing his eyes.

"Daddy, can you give me a glass of water, please?" His voice sounded like rash paper, clearly showing he just woken up.

"Of course buddy, here." He directly put some water in his cup that was on the nightstand next to his bed.

"I didn't see a nightmare, mommy. But I saw a really weird dream."

"What did you see?"

"What type of weird dream, Jude?"

Both of you asked at the same time, making the little 4-year-old smile.

"You're never going to believe this mommy, but I saw fishies who had legs!"

You fake gasped, while Chris had a shocked look on his face. Jude had always had weird dreams, a result of his big imagination. Chris and you always listened with a passion, witnessing how excited he got.

"No kidding! And what did they do with their legs in your dream, Buddy?" Chris asked.

"They were just like us, daddy! They were going to the store, walking on the beach, and even going to Disneyland!"

"My oh my, that's a crazy dream, Jude. If that was real, would you be scared or not?" Jude was thinking for a couple of seconds after his mom asked him a question, and his face lit up when he got the answer.

"No! I won't! Because my mommy and daddy would be next to me and they would protect me from any harm!"

Your heart just melted right there. He was so sweet, kind, and gentle that it made you question yourself sometimes and your actions.

Chris next to you put his hand on his heart, deeply touched by his son's words.

"Oh, buddy. You're killing your old man. Come here."

Jude then got up and went to his father for a big bear hug. The two of them then looked at you, the eyes inviting to the hug and how could you decline?

Chris put his arms on the both of you, enjoying this sweet family moment that he craved for years, and now he finally got it.

"I love you guys."

"We love you more, buddy."

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anonymousewrites · 8 months

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Three

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Three: God forbid I Don’t have to Deal with Problems

Summary: Chloe does what she should have done and has a talk with someone. Of course, that person is (Y/N), so they have to play at being sensible and responsible.

Chloe bowed in the church pews. The building was silent. No one else stood within. It was just Chloe leaning against the banister, contemplating everything she had weighing her mind. She had seen Lucifer once more, and it had taken everything in her to not react to his presence. It was strange. She knew he was the devil, but he was still Lucifer. He was still chatty, bright, and helpful.

And he was (Y/N)’s foster father. He treated them with such care and thoughtfulness. (Y/N) was better for having him in their life. And (Y/N) had known the whole time. They knew he was the devil, and they didn’t care.

Chloe was stuck. She couldn’t understand how easy it was for (Y/N) to just let go of fear of the devil. However, she could understand why (Y/N) felt at ease. Lucifer was…good. He was outlandish and dramatic and emotionally blind at times, but he was in the end a good man.

Chloe shook his head. No, no. That wasn’t what she was here for. She was back for a reason. Lucifer was the devil. That was fundamentally dangerous.

But Chloe couldn’t help how hard it was for her heart to deal with this. She took a deep breath and held back the tears of frustration and heartbreak.

Kinley sat down beside her. “We knew this part would be difficult, Chloe. But just remember, what you’re doing is the best thing for everyone on Earth.”

“I know.” Chloe nodded shakily, but her mind strayed to (Y/N). What about them? What would happen if they were to lose a father?

“Are you ready for the next step?” said Kinley.

“I am.” The words were a painful lie.

“Hi?” (Y/N) hadn’t expected Chloe to show up at the Penthouse, but there she was. “Uh, Lucifer isn’t here right now.”

“I’m not here for him.” Chloe took a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you.”

(Y/N) paused. “Me?”

Chloe nodded. “Yes.”

(Y/N) gazed at her in assessment before stepping aside. “Come in.”

Chloe stepped in, and (Y/N) shut the door.

“Let me guess, this is about Lucifer being the Devil,” said (Y/N). At Chloe’s expression, they scoffed. “Come on, Detective Decker, it’s obvious. You obviously have questions, and it’s not like you can just go to Lucifer since if you guys communicated that would be the end of the world.”

Chloe chose to ignore the jibe and simply said, “I do have some questions.”

“Shoot,” said (Y/N).

“How did you handle it so easily?” said Chloe. “I mean, I never saw you be scared of Lucifer or even nervous around him.”

“Yeah, because I knew from the beginning,” said (Y/N).

“What?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I found out before I was fostered by him. In fact, I confronted him about it because I didn’t want to be fostered by someone who would lie to me. But he told me the truth.”

“And that’s why you trust him? You don’t care that he’s the Devil?” said Chloe. “Not at all?”

“Well, of course I care,” said (Y/N). “But only really when it means that crazy people cause me trouble. Other than that, no. He takes care of me and means well in almost everything he does. He’s a great dad.” They crossed their arms. “But in the end, it doesn’t matter what I think. It matters what you think.”

“Me?” said Chloe evasively.

“Yeah. You’re still working through this,” said (Y/N). “And I want you and Dad to be happy.” Their eyes narrowed. “But if you aren’t completely on board with Lucifer and who he is, then don’t make any mistakes that will hurt you or him.” Their gaze was focused. “Do you understand?”

Now that was a family. The kid was protective of the parent as well. Chloe understood and respected them.

She could see the love for Lucifer in their eyes. Chloe wouldn’t take that away. Lucifer was still Lucifer. (Y/N) was right.

He had never lied. He never pretended to be what he was not. Lucifer had never been anything but Lucifer.

“You ordered a ton of takeout. What’re you celebrating?” said Em, sitting down by (Y/N).

“I caught Chloe and Lucifer running around like idiots together,” said (Y/N).

“What?” said Em. She stole a bit of food from (Y/N)’s plate.

“They had a nice dinner and then went to crack a case,” explained (Y/N). “And I saw that.”

Em grinned and ignored (Y/N). “So? Isn’t that what they usually do?”

“Well, no, the dinner is new and a good sign, but actually, the whole point is that they’re acting normal. Like, really normal.” (Y/N) smirked. “I think Decker’s over the whole Devil thing.”

“Really?” said Em.

“Yeah. She came to talk to me and actually listened calmly,” said (Y/N).

“Isn’t that what she should have done first instead of the run to Europe?” remarked Em, raising one of their eyebrows.

“Because then it wouldn’t be my problem,” said (Y/N) sarcastically. “And God forbid I don’t have to deal with problems.”

Em snickered. “You poor thing, Birdie.”

“Shut up.” The words held no bite as (Y/N) rolled their eyes and grinned at Em. “But to continue, yeah, I think Decker and Dad will be okay.”

“Did you tell Decker about the rest of us?” said Em curiously, stealing more food from (Y/N)’s blade. (Y/N) grabbed her wrist before she could.

“Uh, no. She’s probably figuring that out on her own, and I don’t want to be the one to give her another meltdown,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“Decker’ll figure out me and Maze, but I doubt she’ll realize you’re Celestial,” pointed out Em.

(Y/N) groaned and slouched down on the couch. “I don’t even want to think about it, so no thanks to telling Decker.”

“Birdie, we have got to deal with your confrontation issues,” said Em.

“No, thanks,” said (Y/N).

“You can’t avoid things by just going into your room and working on clothes,” said Em.

“Better to look good and feel terrible than look and feel terrible,” said (Y/N).

Em frankly didn’t disagree with that. “Well, you never look bad.”

(Y/N) paused and glanced at her. Their heart thumped quicker for a moment. “Thanks.”

Em cleared their throat. “Yeah, you’re welcome, Birdie.”

Silence.

“So, do you think Lucifer and Decker will get off their asses and confess now?” said Em, ignoring the previous discussion. “I mean, you said they had dinner. It could’ve been a date.”

(Y/N) snorted. “That would be too easy. My life is never that simple.”

“Thank you for meeting me,” said Chloe as Kinley sat down on the park bench beside her.

“You’re still having second thoughts.” Kinley identified Chloe’s qualms instantly.

“No, actually,” said Chloe. “Um…I’ve made up my mind. I’m-I’m not gonna help you. I won’t hurt Lucifer, or (Y/N) by extension, like that.”

“We’ve been through this, Chloe,” said Kinley. “All you have to do is give him the sedative. I will perform the exorcism.” And then I shall save the world from Armageddon and the Antichrist. By any means.

“I know what you think he’s some monster,” said Chloe. “But I know in my heart that you’re wrong. Even if he used to be that thing…in the books, he’s not anymore. He’s even a father, and a good one. He’s not evil. So I’m-I’m sorry, but I won’t do it.”

“We can’t do this without you, Chloe,” said Kinley.

“Oh, I know,” said Chloe. “And I know why. It’s because I make him vulnerable, and you must have known that.”

“I suspected,” said Kinley. He paused before speaking again. “There are writings—.”

“Yes, I know what the books say.” Chloe didn’t let him complete his thought. “But the very facts that I make him vulnerable and he’s a good, kind father, better than a human one, mean that he’s changed. Or-Or at least that he’s changing.” She sighed. “I don’t know what to say to convince you. Maybe one day you’ll see what I see.”

“Maybe,” said Kinley.

Chloe nodded and stood. She turned and walked away, leaving Kinley behind.

The priest folded his hands as he considered the situation. He had lost control. He needed to get it back, or the Devil and the Antichrist would continue to run wild, and the prophecy would come to fruition. Kinley couldn’t allow that.

It seemed he would have to step in personally.

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connisk · 8 months

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(Fanfic that I really like by @kitsunefyuu )(strongly recommend)

Something about this mental image of AFO dressing izuku in fancy clothes, like very dear doll, just stuck with me. And I felt like drawing a few of the more feminine outfits since every one of them has some kind of meaning to the story.

The first more feminine outfit was the one izuku chose specifically when he tried to convince his father to let him go to UA.

"Dad, I want to go back to a real school and make actual friends," Izuku spoke bluntly. Trying his damn hardest to keep himself calm as he asks, and had even prepared himself with his dads favorite outfit. It was a traditional green Hanfu dress with flowers. More than aware it is for women, but it isn't as if it matters in a home where the only company he's allowed is his father.

Absolutely creepy, but in sweet way. As he doesn't care about what he supposed to be wearing and enjoys everything, but at the same time trying to persuade his father to what he wants with it.

The second outfit I drew was the black dress he wore when he accidentally met his childhood friend. And it escalated quickly to the worst

Maybe Izuku was desperate for some kind of recognition. To gather a fraction of the past that his father took him away from after all these years. That he dug far back to that nickname he hated even if didn’t want to say that name as Kacchan was about to leave, “How about Deku?”

Now that seemed to trigger something and a curiously amused expression showed on Bakugou’s face. The recognition sparked in his eyes as a loud hum escaped him.

“Oh yeah! Deku must explain why you look like a weird doll,” Katsuki said with amusement.

Izuku felt a stab in his chest at the other words.

This happened right after izuku ran away from his dinner with his father. Naturally he was wearing a dress. I can't find the exact quote but I remember it being described as dress with a ribbon. Maybe it was just my imagination, but izuku wearing a dress and looks like a doll, Plus kachan recognizing him by his old nickname just felt very symbolic. Like Deku will never be more than just a doll for others.

The last image, and the one I liked the most was izuku wearing his school uniform.

"Dad! Can you grab me my uniform!?"

(...)

Izuku doesn't even check what the man brought feeling pretty good right now. Though clearly, he was going to end up late so he just throws it on.

(...)

"Sorry he's just- Well he's excited I have a friend," Izuku noted only to realize Shoto was looking at him up and down. "What? Is something wrong?" Ugh, did he not put on enough makeup? Did he put the uniform on and mess up his hair? Izuku felt nervous at his friend's suddenly very critical gaze wondering if he needs to run back home to fix up-

"You look nice,"

(...)

Though when he arrived at the school Izuku felt like he was getting a LOT more looks than normal. To the point if he was honest he kind of felt almost anxious about it as while attention can be nice it felt more like they were weirded out. Wondering why that is the case, he worked hard on his appearance! Even Shoto said he looked nice, did he miss something? "Hey do I look weird?" Izuku questioned wondering why people were staring knowing his friend would be honest. Shoto glanced around a bit then back at him in confusion before a light bulb seemed to register. Those eyes light up as he finally decides to answer the question.

"Probably because you're wearing the girl uniform?" Shoto questioned. As if he hadn't just revealed the most horrifying thing Izuku could have done. The innocent way his best friend didn't even think to point out the uniform was for a girl.

The betrayal izuku felt. For his father it was simply a joke. For izuku it was world shattering. How he took izuku's trust and played with it.

Shoto, with his pure heart didn't question it.

I reason chose to give izuku white hair even when he supposed to still have his green is because he's under his father's manipulation. From the moment his mother died his father was everything to him and he was everything for hisashi.

And still, he plays with izuku's life like he's some kind of doll. Just because he doesn't see a problem with it. But for izuku it affects everything.

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hychlorions · 1 year

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I for one would like to hear your telltale thoughts 👀👀

ok!!! i am going to try my hardest to explain what i think. but be warned that a lot of this is going to be speculative. but then again. it's aa4 🥴

putting this under the cut bc it's long. i think. idk i'm typing this on mobile

so! to start us off, aside from the obvious (murder lol /j), there's one really big thing the protagonist and kristoph have in common, which is that no one really knows what their motives are. The story’s protagonist says they loved the old man. The line “I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this!” (lol) uses hedging as well, so they’re not even sure of it themselves. Kristoph’s black psychelocks appear when you ask him why he killed zak gramarye, implying he’s buried the reason so deep in his subconscious he doesn’t even know it’s there in the first place. So that’s another thing they have in common: they’re not sure what their motives are for murder.

They do have something more (and this is where we get into speculative territory). There’s this underlying paranoia in both of the characters, that I like to think is part of their ~mysterious~ motive. More specifically, it’s a fear of being watched. Again, tell-tale’s protagonist with the eye, referenced after the line where they'd speculated it might had been the eye: "One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever." Then Kristoph’s suspicions that someone had watched him right back all those years after the Gramarye trial. Maybe kristoph killed zak gramarye because he was the most obvious connection to the case that would drag kristoph’s name through the mud. I mean, who knows what trucy’s told zak. She could easily connect kristoph and the diary page she’d given to her dad’s lawyer.

(unrelated but I also think phoenix’s trial could possibly be a step into getting rid of trucy as well. befriend her dad who is conveniently the lawyer you’d gotten disbarred via fake evidence, kill a man (most likely unplanned), pin it on him (most likely planned right after the unplanned thing), get a greenhorn attorney to do the dirty work for you and blame the guilty verdict on incompetence (happened by convenience), then you know. a girl is left vulnerable without a guardian. there’s some mvk-edgeworth shit that could go on here if this worked out. probably)

if we were to assume that it really was the eye that had caused the protagonist to kill the old man in the first place, then another key similarity about them and kristoph is that eyes were their undoing, what caused them to take a life, or in poe's words: rid themselves of the eye forever. In Kristoph's case, this 'eye' was two things. The first is phoenix keeping him close all these years, watching him, knowing all along that kristoph had been behind his disbarment all those years ago (in the drawing, this is represented by the camera, aka the pin on phoenix's beanie, which is why it's pulled over his eye, just to make it more like the old man, with his one big, creepy eye). The second is apollo, his powers that he'd discovered at the advent of kristoph's drawn-out fall, because his bracelet is primarily tied to SEEING those lies (seeing the tension, if we want to be fussy about it. and i will be. because we all know how i am about the bracelet)

sort of unrelated tangent, but my school had this "living museum" held by the theater club every year and let me tell you it was a Hit 😎 (our theater club was popular yeah) anyway. they had a different author every year, and the year they did poe they chose to show telltale heart through the pov of the eye and the heart. and idk. the heart just stuck with me. i'm p sure that the beating heart in the story was the protag's own anxious beating heart that they imagine to be the old man's instead. it's not an exact parallel, but the magatama was used in the investigation into phoenix's disbarment, and the magatama is connected to the heart, blah blah blah, so i used it in the drawing because the heart. because it looked cool B) now that i think about it, it's kind of ironic—it's a tell-tale heart, revealing information, betraying the protagonist's guilt, and ultimately the beating of it caused them to reveal their crimes in the finale. Kristoph's heart held secrets so close he'd buried it even from himself. that's saurrrrr funnay 🥴

the last thing i'd like to point out was that the reveal was done to three officers. and i just thought it was so fitting kristoph was before three people as well when his crimes were implicated. which is why trucy, apollo, and klavier were there in the background. originally, there was a second piece with their reactions to phoenix's dead body but i chose to scrap it because of kristoph's unfortunate angle. i still have the thumbnail, though! you can see it here!

anyway. look at this venn diagram feat the spongebob ep mermaidman and barnacleboy iv. you get it. probably

#ask #hesmikeyfuckinway #sorry this took so long to answer!!! i've been trying to gather my thoughts all day #also these are all very surface level things but don't say i didn't warn you #i did say they were thoughts that would disappoint my english teacher

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sleepyfaceandsnark · 1 year

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Worry

TK has anxiety about Carlos going back to work.

AO3

If we're still alive My regrets are few If my life is mine What shouldn't I do?

TK wakes to the sound of their dresser drawer being opened and shut. He rolls over and feels that Carlos isn't there. Okay, so someone wasn't breaking in to steal their socks.

TK sits up slowly. "What're you doing?"

"Getting ready for work," Carlos says nonchalantly, closing the drawer after he gets what he's looking for.

"Work?" TK pulls the covers off himself. "Already?"

"It's been a few weeks," Carlos pulls his shirt over his head. "I have to go back eventually."

TK makes his way over to his fiancé. "Yeah, but isn't it a little soon?" He asks. "You were kidnapped by a serial killer. You died. If you need someone to vouch for you about that I was literally there. Your dad too."

"I don't need that," Carlos says.

He looks to TK who's looking down at the ground. Carlos grabs TK's hand and squeezes it. "But thank you." He smiles.

TK looks at him and sighs. He gives him a small smile but it's still not confident enough for Carlos.

"I'll be fine," he assures TK putting both of his hands on TK's shoulders. "Okay?"

TK nods. "Okay."

Carlos moves his hands to TK's cheeks and kisses him. "Okay." He leaves one hand still holding TK's face. "I'll see you tonight."

TK nods again. His shift starts an hour or so after Carlos', so he'll get home just as Carlos finishes dinner. He keeps that thought in his mind to help him get through the day. Carlos will be back here when he's out of work. He won't be out looking for the boogeyman. He'll be safe.

"What's with you?" Nancy asks.

It's 3 hours into their shift and they've gotten exactly one call so far. Since it's determined as a slow day (though no one says it from fear of jinxing it) they've all been gathered at the dining table for the past half hour.

"Nothing," TK says.

"Dude, you're shaking the table," Nancy comments and points to TK's leg.

TK looks at his leg bouncing and grabs it to stop it.

"What is it?" Nancy asks again.

TK bites his lip, not really wanting to say but Nancy's look tells him she'll get it out of him eventually. "Carlos is back at work today."

"Already?" Paul asks.

"That's what I said!" TK exclaims.

"Well, the only one to know if he's ready is himself, right?" Judd comments. "Maybe he is."

"Or maybe he's not but he thinks he needs to be," TK comments.

"Do you think he's getting pressured to come back?" Paul asks.

"I don't know," TK says. "He told me he chose. Even said they offered him more time, but he denied it but I..." TK looks away, he starts biting his nail.

"Have you called him?" Paul asks.

"No," TK drops his hand. "I'm afraid he'll think I think he can't handle it."

"When it's really you that can't?" Nancy asks.

"I mean what if he freezes up or what if he goes off on his own again and gets stuck?" TK asks. His eyes are wide just like how they were the day Carlos went missing.

"I doubt he's going to make that mistake again," Nancy tries to make light of it but TK isn't taking it.

"Look we all have dangerous jobs," Judd says. "There are no guarantees."

"I mean look at you. How many near death experiences have you had?" Nancy says.

The fact that TK is running out of fingers to count them on should tell him something. "Yeah," TK scratches his head.

"This ought to take your mind off of it," Judd says, putting a plate in front of TK. "My great Aunt's recipe."

TK gives a half assed smile up to Judd. "Thanks, but I'm not really hungry."

TK pushes his chair back and moves away from the table. Nancy, Paul, and Judd watch TK walk over to the TK and sit on the couch. His foot rests on the corner of the coffee table, vibrating like it was at dining table a few minutes ago, as he starts biting his thumbnail again.

Mateo comes back from the restroom and takes TK's spot at the table. He starts complimenting Judd's cooking as the rest look from TK to him.

"What?" Mateo asks, mouth full of food.

Judd sighs. "Alright. Let's eat. Before Mateo hogs it all."

Nancy and Paul get in line as they advert their eyes away from TK.

"Gimme a minute," Nancy says as she slides her phone out of her pocket.

"What're you doing?" Paul asks.

"Calling the only other person that can talk TK down."

Carlos feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He excuses himself from his coworker as he takes it out of his pocket. The caller ID tells him it's Nancy and it arises a slight panic in him. It's not like she hasn't called him for other reasons, but his body will always flashback to that one call during the blizzard a year ago.

"Nancy?"

"Hey!" Nancy greets friendly and Carlos relaxes.

"Your fiancé'," Nancy draws out playfully. Then she looks over at TK. His leg bouncing, his nail biting, and now his hands gripping his head as if he was begging the thoughts to stop. She sobers up her voice. "TK's worried about you."

Carlos sighs. "I told him I'm fine."

"And you never say that and don't mean it, right?" Nancy asks knowingly.

Carlos lets out a small laugh. "Maybe. But really, I am."

"Yeah, well he doesn't seem to think that."

"I thought work would take his mind off worrying?" Carlos asks.

"Yeah, we've gotten about...one call so far?"

"One?"

"Mhmm."

"Jesus," Carlos sighs and looks at the piles of paper in front of him. He rubs his temples.

"Yeah."

"I'd come by but," Carlos stops to lift one of the piles off and put it on top of another. "Got a lot of paperwork here."

"Yeah of course. It stacks up I bet. Look I just wanted to let you know. TK didn't want to say anything. Didn't want you thinking he didn't trust that you'd know you were okay or something but..."

"Yeah. I'll talk to him at dinner. Or if this workload lightens up."

"Okay. Hey maybe we'll get a few emergencies in a bit and take his mind off of it."

"Begging for emergencies. You sound like TK."

Nancy laughs. "You know," she says serious again. "Not that TK hasn't told you a million times, I'm sure, but if you're not ready to be back."

"I know. Thank you."

"No problem."

They hang up.

‘Luckily’ about 10 minutes after Nancy hangs up, they get a call and from there it was call after call until their shifts were over.

TK checks in on Carlos after the second call with Carlos reassuring him again that he’s okay. They get interrupted by TK’s 3rd emergency and then TK doesn't have the time the rest of the night.

TK gets home exhausted both physically and mentally. As much as the emergencies took his mind off of worrying for the time being, he still found time to in between. He hates the extreme sigh of relief he breathes out when he opens the loft doors and sees Carlos safe, smiling, setting the table up.

"Hey, babe," He greets TK with a smile. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

TK's stomach was in knots all day but he doesn't want to make Carlos think anything is wrong so he musters the best fake smile he can. "Smells good."

Carlos turns away to grab the sizzling pan and TK drops his smile. Carlos doesn't notice. He's too busy fixing their plates. TK takes off his jacket and drapes it on the couch as Carlos goes to put the plates on the table.

"Dinner is-"

Carlos is cut off by TK grabbing him for a hug.

"TK?"

TK doesn't answer, just squeezes tighter.

Carlos runs his hands on the back of TK's neck and pulls himself to the crook of TK's neck. He rub's TK's sides. "Hey."

TK pulls away. Carlos grips his face and tries to look into his eyes but TK's are meeting the floor. Carlos takes a quick look back at the dining table, hot food that he spent the past hour making getting cooler by the minute. He looks back at TK.

"We need to talk," he says. He needs TK's undivided attention, not distracted by food he may or may not eat.

"Food's getting cold," TK comments.

"Were you going to eat much of it?" Carlos asks fully aware that it was unlikely. "It was going to get cold either way."

"You should eat though," Not even defending himself from Carlos' comment.

"I can wait a bit. Come on," Carlos says. He nudges his head to towards the living room. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Let me just put these away in some containers."

As much as he really wanted a hot home cooked meal this is more important.

TK listens and disappears to the other side of the loft.

As soon as the food is put away Carlos makes his way over to the couch. TK's leg is shaking ever so slightly in nervousness. If it was anyone else besides Carlos, they wouldn't have even noticed. Carlos touches TK's legs gently as he sits next to him. The shaking stops as if by magic.

"What'd you want to talk about?" TK asks and Carlos almost laughs. It's so innocent, not that TK was in trouble or anything, but he had to at least have some clue what this was about.

Carlos sighs and scoots even closer to his fiancé. "Nancy called."

"She did?" TK asks, genuinely surprised. "When?"

"Earlier today," Carlos says. He tries to wait for TK to connect what it possibly would be regarding but when it's silence for a while Carlos lets it out. "She was worried...about you...worrying about me." Carlos smiles softly.

"That's a lot of worrying," TK comments. He looks to Carlos to laugh it off and let it go but he doesn't. TK sighs and looks down at his hands and starts wringing them.

"TK..."

"What? I'm not allowed to worry?"

"No one is saying that," Carlos places his hand on top of TK's. His thumb massages TKs knuckles.

"It's just...it's too soon." TK says now gripping Carlos' hand "You didn't have enough time. You're not ready to go back."

"I'm not ready?" Carlos asks. "Or you're not ready for me to go back?"

"Both?" TK shrugs.

"TK, I told you-"

"I know what you told me, but you could just be saying that. You're always trying to hide how you feel and I get it but," Tk stops himself. "You don't have to bury it anymore."

"I know I have a history of doing that, but I promise you I'm ready."

TK opens his mouth but hesitates.

"You don't believe me," Carlos says.

TK sighs. "You don't get it. You died under me. "

"I don't get it?" Carlos asks. His voice is soft, no anger in his voice detected. "You don't think I worry any time you go on a call? With the track record of the 126. You don't think I worry every time Nancy calls like she did today? Thinking it'd be like the snowstorm."

TK tries to look away from Carlos' eyes, but Carlos moves his head so slightly to look back into them.

"TK you've almost died on me twice, at least once before we met, got kidnapped, and were in apparently 3 comas. I worry about you every minute of every day."

TK looks down but Carlos touches his chin to raise his face back up to his eye line. "But I trust you and I know you're doing what you love, and I'd never stop you from it. So, I need you to trust me that I know I'm ready to get back and do what I love."

TK nods slowly. "Doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying."

Carlos smiles. "I didn't say you had to. But you can't let it get in the way of work. Or of us."

TK sighs and smooths his hands over his legs. "Okay," he says softly.

"Okay," Carlos says back. He grabs TK's hand as he sands back up.

"I love you," TK says.

"I love you too," Carlos says back. "Now let's eat. I'm starving and if we hurry it might still be warm."

Now they wish it was all up from there, anxiety free days for both of them, but there will always be an added worry to both of them now every time they leave the house or part from each other. It's just how life goes. Some days TK gets in his head too much when Carlos doesn't answer the phone right away and Carlos still panics when Nancy calls him even if it's just to ask what snacks to bring for a loft hang after work. They both make promises to talk it out with each other if it gets too much and to never tell the other to quit or leave unless it was truly their best interest.

#tarlos #tk x carlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lonestar #911 ls #fanfiction #posted last week but it's so hard for me to get on here #hurt/comfort #prompt request #post 4.04 #my stuff #my fics #my writings #fanfic

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writtenjewels · 1 year

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Ride Along part 2

Part One

Jason wondered if Noah was playing some kind of trick on him. His cousin wasn't too enthusiastic about helping Jason with his acting career, but had eventually agreed. The guy he chose for Jason to shadow must have been his passive-aggressive way of showing his disapproval over the whole thing. Officer Othman had driven them maybe a few blocks before parking the car, and they didn't move for the next four hours.

“Holy shit, are we ever gonna fuckin' do anything?” Jason groaned.

“I thought you wanted to study law enforcement,” Othman retorted.

“Right now all we're studying is this underpass.”

“Yes, because it's a popular place to make drug deals. The point of a stakeout, Jason, is to wait until the perpetrator shows up.”

Jason let out a groan and flopped against the back of his chair. After sitting here an hour, he had tried taking off the bulletproof vest Othman insisted he wear, but Othman snapped at him to keep it on. The thing was uncomfortable as hell. Were they really going to get shot at? Othman said it was unlikely but that since Jason was a civilian, he needed to keep the vest on for his own safety.

“Why do you want to be an actor?” Othman suddenly asked.

“I am an actor,” Jason corrected, an edge to his voice. “I told you I've been in some commercials.” Othman turned to him and Jason realized the officer must have picked up on that edged tone. Of course he did; it was his job to pay attention to that sort of thing. “You ain't the first to ask me,” Jason told him.

“Well?” Othman continued to watch him patiently. Jason pursed his lips, hesitating. He could give his standard answer, but he found himself wanting to tell the truth. Maybe the boredom had affected his brain or it was being stuck in such a small space with this guy for so long.

“Actors can be anything: deep-sea divers, college professors, military, photographers, fuckin' astronauts from the future!” Othman smiled a little at that and Jason went on. “You can be any of those things, and you ain't limited on how smart or brave you are or where you grew up or nothin'.”

“I can see how that would be appealing,” Othman agreed.

“What about you?” Jason returned. “Why did you want to be a police officer?”

“To support my family,” Othman answered simply. “It can be dangerous, but it pays well. Every day I tell myself I do this for my son.” It sounded like a much better reason than Jason's need to prove something. Silence fell between them again. “Would you like to hear a joke?” Othman asked him.

“Sure.”

“I read a story in the paper about two ships colliding. One was carrying a vat of blue paint, and the other a vat of red paint. All the passengers were marooned.” Jason couldn't stop the snort that escaped his nose. He quickly shook off the smile. “I can tell someone is lying just by looking at them,” Othman added.

“Yeah?” Jason asked, interest piqued.

“Yes.” Othman's eyes gleamed. “I can tell when they're standing, too.” This time the burst of laughter escaped.

“Holy shit. You're a dad, all right. These are fuckin' awful.” Othman just smiled and Jason had to admit, it was a good look on the guy. He found himself smiling back. But then Othman looked away and started up the car.

"I think we need to go stretch our legs.”

“What about the drug dealers?” Jason wondered.

“Vice will take care of them.” Othman waved a dismissive hand. “Right now we're due for some food and fresh air.”

“Hell, yeah,” Jason agreed. “And you're buyin'.”

“And why is that?” Othman challenged.

“Because there's no way I'm treatin' you to lunch after you made me sit in that fuckin' car all day.” That got Othman to smile again. Yeah, it was a really good look on him.

“You're not very much like your cousin.” Jason rolled his eyes. He only heard that every other day. “I mean that in a good way,” Othman assured him. No one ever meant it in a good way before, but Jason could hear sincerity in Othman's tone. And in the way Othman's eyes briefly darted in Jason's direction before focusing on the road.

“Yeah, well...” Jason turned away to look out through his window, a faint blush on his face. “I guess you're different than I expected, too. In a good way.”

“I'm glad to hear it.” The warmth in Othman's tone made Jason's blush a little more pronounced. This stakeout thing really did mess with his head.

He was not feeling any special kind of way for this police officer. He wasn't, dammit.

#jason kolchek x salim othman #jason x salim #jason/salim #jason kolchek #salim othman #house of ashes #jalim

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 8 months

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Oh yeah love this too!!!!

I read so many stories involving the rich so I'm well aware something like that can happen,the guy who tried to tarnish Hunter's reputation is definitely a rival of his. He may have just tried to help Darling just so he can get back at Hunter

We know well that the wealthy high society is a backstabber's den

I also got this lore where a rich girl who wanted to be married to Hunter bcuz of their families' business relationship,but Hunter never really care about her,he just talked to her bcuz their dads knew eachother

When that rich girl knew Darling is Hunter's love,she was in a fury of envy. She wanted Darling gone,she deluded herself into thinking that Darling stole her man and that Hunter betrayed her. She wanted to destroy Darling,that scheme ultimately backfired

Not just because Darling has Hunter's protection but because Darling wanted to at least protect her honour

Even if Darling may not love Hunter, she's not gonna let some bitch dirty her name because she was jealous. Darling just simply told the girl:

"Do you truly think that I'm a woman who's so greedy, I would ruin a man's relationship? I don't have a solid idea that Hunter was even committed to another when I started to date him. If the case is that he cheated on you, shouldn't you blame it on him instead of putting it all on me? After all I didn't know who he was with before I date him,if I had upset you, it's my apology"

"We live in a modern world,so I suggest that you should act more civilised,not like a wild monkey"

Hunter is a proud hubby at this,he never wanted his wife to enter the wealthy world bcuz of its scrutinizing pressure but it seems she's doing well

That girl's family will be forced to listen to his demands after this since she did awfully insulted his wife, that's defamation. It would tarnish her family's company's reputation if words got out publicly their dear daughter tried to ostracize someone's wife out of jealousy and confuse professionalism with romanticism Hunter didn't even get close to her,he helped her once or twice out of politeness yet she thought he was doing that out of love for her. Ironically she's similar to Hunter but I guess the difference that Hunter is much more cunning and worse

Yes he made sure that girl is sent far away,into an asylum where she can never hope to escape,he may have sent someone to indirectly kill her by giving her a terminal disease

Darling: what happened to that girl? The one who said that you were dating her?

Hunter: Oh she died. Caught a terrible case of syphilis at the asylum and died…

Darling: Hunty?

Hunter: I may have sent another person who had syphilis in the same room as her, but I didn’t have anymore involvement after that. Besides, now we can focus on choosing your dress for the gala to formally introduce you as my wife!

Darling: Oooh! Sorry! I can’t! The day of the gala is when I’m camping out for the newest book release of X-series. I want to be one of the first couple of people to buy the book.

Hunter: You’re not camping outside a store for a book. You’re not camping outside on the dirty sidewalk for a book.

Darling: *already holding a bag with a tent and sleeping bag* sorry, it’s not my fault you chose a nerd for a wife.

But in all seriousness, Hunter has the lawyers look out for your name in the tabloids and social media posts. He is going to make sure your name is kept out of peoples mouths. He even makes you stay out of the paparazzi for a while. And when someone inevitably discovers that you used to be a majorette dancer. Which if you didn’t know, their dance uniforms usually look like this:

And dance like this:

Link to the full performance

I Can see a tabloid company publishing a story about you being an “exotic dancer” and Hunter is just handing out lawsuits for saying that about his wife. Meanwhile you’re struggling to not go outside for the latest book that just got released so you don’t get hounded by the press. Which means you’re stuck inside your house with Hunter for days.

#asks #hunter OC #sanyuthewitch05

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odd8ball · 2 years

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A Hans Theory bc the Twist villian thing with Hans was so dumb!

So Hans saves Elsa...bro your whole plan is to kill her secretly and this guy was the perfect scape goat and your plan would go off without a hitch.

Well my theory is...as much as Hans is trying to be the villian and as much as the movies joke about him being an irredeemable monster chess master, I believe this was Hans facing emotional weakness. Ever since Elsa didn't bless the marriage he wanted to stage an accident for her. The problem is...he has 12 brothers who pretended he was invisible for a whole year. In other words seeing this cold shut off from the world queen who he can probably relate to (Not helsa I'm just pointing to the fact he could really to an ice queen nobody likes) made him jump to save her on instinct. Or maybe he's more of a softy than he likes to admit.

Granted as a soon as that chandelier dropped he probably regretted it and internally scolded himself but it shows some level of humanity. Hans weather you look at the movie or the frozen heart or whatever, is a victim of abuse. Spoiler alert! Abuse doesn't create nice people, that doesn't make abuse victims monsters but it's clear Hans has some internal conflict going on.

Considering his dad is a tyrant narcissist who values power above all else and Hans was hated for being weak...who says that doesn't translate into his emotions? Sure he tries to kill and he definitely has the ability to seize opportunity...but when it came to a fast choice he instinctively chose to save her. And yeah he looks up but like...where else would the arrow go without hurting anyone?

I still think the twist is stupid but if they brought Hans back for a redemption arc and the king was brought in to be the new villain I wouldn't be opposed. Also it brings the message back to what the original film was telling....you know ...familial love? Maybe Hans could find himself a found family in some way showing blood relation isn't really necessary to love someone like a brother or a father.

A big step in becoming a better person is removing toxic influences after all. How would Elsa and Anna react to finding out Hans has been abused his whole life by his family of all people? But no...we chose to focus on Elsa's powers instead.

Also another fun explanation for Hans sudden turn to evil is the magic demon mirror from the original snow queen. Maybe a shard got stuck in his heart or his eye or both by the end of the film. I mean we already know arendelle has a history of colonization, who's to say Anna and Elsa grandpa didn't bring back a cursed mirror? Or maybe Elsa's sickly looking ice place was a result of her negative feelings spreading into the ice and a shard is still stuck in hans heart.

In other words there are many routes to go with Hans and I'm surprised frozen two only gave him cameos as the big ex. Also if Hans isn't redeemable then his plan is just straight up dumb forever now ... Also if all else fails we can go the film theory route and say the trolls did it. I mean nobody really cares about those guys. I don't hate them but like... making them villains who cursed Hans gives Christof relevance again.

What do you guys think about my rambling? I like frozen but Hans is the thing that keeps me from being head over heels in love with the film. You know....despite me shipping him with James from the pirate fairy bc the novelty of two twist villains who are very.... flexible in personality beyond being flirty dating is funny to me.

That last thing was too keep in mind I'm not like...smart? I do legitimately want to know what you would do with Hans if you were one of the people in charge of frozen. I don't think I'm qualified to write a story for Disney. I'm a 20 year old who writes fanfic, but I do think I would make an amazing ideas person. I mean if nothing else these ideas would make some great fanfic lol.

#prince hans #hans frozen #frozen #disney villains #disney

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magpies-gold · 1 year

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Finally doing this on a long weekend (yeah!)

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

relationship status: Engaged to @timmcosplay! He’s put up with me for something like eight years and that’s a bit baffling!

favorite color: Electric blue. I badly wanted to paint my bedroom that colour as a kid, but my dad made me tone it down. And, well, fair. But electric blue! The more eye searing the better.

song stuck in my head: Eliza Rickman - Pretty Little Head

last song i listened to: Werewolf Boyfriend - Little Seed

three favorite foods: Salmon! Perogies. Grilled cheese sandwiches my beloved.

last thing i googled: “Edmonton ITV”. Tim and I were discussing what he called “newscore”, meaning the music style that news channels started using in the mid-90’s, which led to us talking about A Channel and how when it appeared around 1995 it chose music that was just a bop for its news show and then, because I enjoy lists and giving myself pop quizzes, I started listing all the channels my family could get with our TV antenna in early 90’s rural Alberta and then I got stuck on “What was channel 13?? It had an “i” before it was re-branded as Global….” Hence: Googling. Then finding my answer and nostalging over the old logos.

Normal conversations, y’know.

dream trip: The older I get, the more I don’t think I have one. My travel anxiety is INTENSE. I like staying home and just looking at pictures, mostly. Trips are not my jam these days, except to go home to my parents’ farm, and even that’s hard. >>

anything i want right now: To completely redecorate our condo so that I actually love it instead of tolerate it. Saving up for that!

Also I want olives but I bought some yesterday so I’m satisfied.

tagging: Copping out and tagging whoever wants to do this! I am too Canadian to tag people specifically lest I annoy them and have to say sorry.

#get to know me #quiz

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nxttheendxfthestxry · 2 years

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Double Solo Para: Shared Distaste (Alec/Melinda)

“Ugh, rotten bitch,” Alec mutters under his breath of the passing blonde.

The girl seated beside him, who’d been reading pretty intently, glances up for a moment and sees his gaze, scoffing and rolled her eyes. “Spoiled Lemonade brat.”

He raises an eyebrow, glancing to her. “You’re not a fan of hers either?”

“I don’t know that many people are,” she chuckles, setting the book in front of her, “But I’m a little more well known for my distaste because of our open feud. Melinda Pollari.”

“Alec Keaner,” he introduces, raising an eyebrow. “Remind me why I know the name Pollari.”

“Vice President of the United States of America Miles Pollari?”

“Really? I’m Canadian,” Alec’s eyebrows furrow. “Sure I really know your dad’s name?”

“I guess. I don’t know a ton of my family, to be honest, my dad kinda stuck to his chosen family like Aunt Allie, so I’m not sure. For all I know we have family up there.” Melinda shrugs.

Alec shrugs. “I don’t go very far out of my own little unit of people back home. We kind of have a complicated situation.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Melinda chuckles dryly, glancing to him.

Alec pauses, frowns, and then bares his fangs at her. “You sure about that?”

Melinda jumps, startled, though containing most of it, clearing her throat, mentally filing that away. “Okay, maybe not that kind of complicated.”

“Thought not,” Alec remarks with a small smirk. “But good try.”

Melinda chuckles, shaking her head. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have my own... complications.”

Saying it, she reaches out and picks up a pen from the table in front of her. Scooting her chair back, she sits up, holding it out... and it turns to a wizard’s staff type of thing in her hands, which she rests on the ground and leans forward with slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Alec raises an eyebrow, laughing. “Beg your pardon?”

“I’m the reincarnation of Morgan le Fay. It’s... weird,” she decides to go with. Intentionally leaving out the rest of her family’s own status as several other reincarnations while she’s at it. “I can also see the future sometimes, and that’s not fun. Believe me.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Alec shakes his head. “That’s not at all what I expected of you, to be honest.”

“Yeah? So what did you expect?” Melinda raises an eyebrow with a small laugh.

Alec wrinkles his nose, shrugging. “I don’t know, not reincarnations of myths.”

“Reincarnations of myths who hates spoiled daughters of 2 bandmates from some vaguely popular band.”

“Ah, yes, can’t forget that,” Alec snorts. “I just mean...” He pauses, looking at her. “You seem like a hunter.”

Melinda chokes on air and starts coughing, ducking her head. “Um, elaborate?”

“Do I really need to?” No, no he did not, and the look on her face confirmed it. “I thought not. Look, if we’re gonna have problems--”

“No! No, I don’t think so anyways,” Melinda holds up her hands quickly. “I try to keep that business separate from Addersfield and Auradon unless absolutely necessary. We all do. Yes, all. There’s 3 of us here in town. Like I said, we don’t bring that here unless we need to. How’d you know?”

“Your response,” Alec shrugs. “Hunters can either be stake-happy, or make a note of things, depending on previous context in conversation. You chose to file it away, but you were barely startled, like you’re used to seeing some pretty volatile monsters.”

Melinda sighs, shaking her head. “Great. The vampires psychoanalyze back. Anyways, like I said, I try not to deal with it in Addersfield. And I don’t know, you seem nice.”

“Well, I’m not,” Alec doesn’t miss a beat.

A scoff. “You can’t be all bad. You hate Lillian.”

Alec snorts at that, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, silently noting he’d definitely made a friend out of the reborn-myth-hunter girl, whether he liked it or not.

This could be fun.

#i'm only the monster you made me || alec #alec / para #everyday i'll fight to be legendary || melinda #melinda / para #sharp vision || he's nice and she's crazy

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jesterofinaba · 2 years

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“You always say that we’re the greatest family out there because we chose to be a family, and you’re right! If we hadn’t met that day, I don’t know where we’d be.” Not here, that much is certain. “We chose to get to know each other, chose to try new things with each other, you know the rest by now.” Dad knows she loves him and that’s the easy part; the hardest part is figuring out how to say it and Naoto wishes there was a machine that could convert pictures into a thousand words and even more.

“You’re always so patient with me, even when I’m being obnoxious. I remember all the times I’ve messed up and you’ve never yelled because you always want to know my perspective on what happened.” A little stern, but always fair. “You’re always looking out for me, you make great food, you and your eye roll worthy jokes can be funny sometimes, you’re a little sappy and the sappier you get, the more I feel like I’d die on the spot.”

But she’s tap dancing around the real reason why, isn’t she?

“We chose to be a family, but... you’re the one who taught me about what being a family really means. I was so convinced that it would always be broken because well, an alive kid and two dead parents doesn’t really make a whole. I thought I’d be stuck like that forever, holding onto the past and believing that I drew the short end of the stick and I had to accept it, but you changed that.”

It’s a little sad how she’s always close to tears whenever this topic comes up. “We might be a little broken compared to other families, but we’re still good, you know? And I think we kinda complete each other. I mean, look at us, you picked up some of my mannerisms and I picked up yours! So, yeah... I think we’re pretty whole.”

This is the part where she doesn’t make much sense, and as much as she teases Dad for being a sap, Naoto can’t deny an obvious fact.

“I just... Thanks. For taking a chance on a random kid like me.”

(for all the families since you asked for it)

Tell my muse why you care about them. - No Longer Accepting

Adachi isn't sure what he's done to bring on an entire speech about how good of a family they are, how they saved each other, something he and Naoto always do on dour occasions in order to make the other feel better, important, and loved. It was something that Adachi learned quickly to word, Naoto as a little kid always shy and down on herself for feeling badly about her circumstances, but sometimes she would tell him, too.

This is one of those times, and like always, it makes a lump form in the Hierophant's throat and he tries his damnedest not to cry.

The smile that forms on his scarred face is enough to light up the room.

"Kiddo... that means the world to me, you know?"

If he shows any more how touched he is, Naoto is going to call him a sap, but Okuninushi weeping loudly in his head about how much he cares for his daughter isn't exactly helping him.

"I gotta thank you for taking a chance on me, too. I think it's pretty obvious when I first took you in that neither of us knew what we were doing... but I think we've gotten a lot better. We figured out how we could help each other like a real family does, and now I think we're a lot better than a lot of real families out there.

We're not exactly the most conventional family out there, but... broken doesn't mean it's bad. Kinda like a kintsugi cup... it means something more now that it's been fixed.

...I dunno what the hell I'm saying. I just... it means a lot to me, too. You have no idea how much you've helped me. You know, thinking I can make a difference, keeping me from overworking... wanting to be a good example for you and help you achieve your dreams and everything.

...So... thanks too, Naoto."

And he wraps her in a tight hug.

#chibitantei #𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 [ ASK ]#𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎... 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 [ HIEROPHANT!ARCANA AU ]#I'm Gonna Live On. As a Detective... As a Father [Hierophant!Arcana AU]#[WAHH THE FAMILY THE FAMILY]#[i had to do og]#[they saved each other...]

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glazelilyy · 2 years

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ALL THIS TALK ABT GENSHIN DADS ON YOUR BLOG IS MAKING ME SO SOFT AHHH

thinking abt scara having a daughter and he just spoils her rotten omfg 😭 like he goes along w everything she says and treasures her sm </3 imagine walking into the kid's room to see scaramouche dressed up like a princess and pretending to be stuck in a tower while your daughter is charging towards him as the princely rescuer HAHAHA <333

quill,,,QUILL,,,THIS IS AMAZING OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND BUT I WHIPPED UP SOMETHING FOR YOU REALLY QUICKLY BASED ON THIS ASK :D

you had to admit, princess pink suited scaramouche in a way like no other.

"daddy, say the line!"

scaramouche huffed from his place on top of your dining room table; though, as of right now, it was more fitting to say he sat cross-legged on top of what used to be your dining room table what with all the cardboard drawings of brick walls and makeshift cardboard tower sticking out at the top. on top of his head sat a pretty, glittery tiara complete with fake plastic diamonds, a feathery fuchsia boa around his neck, and a fluffy ring of tulle around his waist that your daughter probably forced him into with her puppy-dog eyes.

"i'm not saying it, you brat." he grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. it was only then that you noticed his hands were gloved in shimmering white princess gloves that creeped up to his elbows.

resisting the urge to snicker, you hurriedly let out: "come on, scara, just say it."

your daughter eagerly looked up towards you with the biggest grin and turned back to scaramouche, who let out a defeated sigh and rolled his eyes before mumbling in the flattest, most monotone voice, "o fair knight, o my darling sweet, please come save me from this wretched tower."

you daughter, dressed with a soup pot over her head, two baking trays strapped to her body with duct tape covering her yellow duck pajamas, and a metal cooking spoon in hand as a sword, gallantly cheered and jumped up and down in excitement before reverting back to her knightly character.

"fear not, fair maiden! for i, brave knight, will be your salivation!"

"baby, it's salvation, not salivation." you giggled and fixed her lopsided "helmet".

"yeah, sure, give the kid a vocab lesson but let me humiliate myself here." scaramouche grumbled yet despite his obvious contempt, reached his hands up to fixed his tiara and pulled up his gloves.

you chose to ignore him for now and turned back towards your daughter with a gentle smile, "well? aren't you gonna go rescue the pretty princess?"

she nodded eagerly and picked up a horse on a stick that scaramouche had gotten for her (though you were sure that he regretted it), and let out a battle cry before charging towards the dining table and smashing down the cardboard with her spoon.

"oi, kid watch my ankles!" scaramouche hissed, narrowly avoiding being hit by his daughter's barrage of attacks.

her tinier hands slipped into his much bigger ones and pulled him down from the table once she had knocked away all of the cardboard boxes that comprised of the tower scaramouche had been "locked" in.

"yaaay daddy-, oh! i mean the princess is free now! we have to celebrate with cake, right?" even from your position leaning against the doorframe to the dining room, you knew that she was giving her most compelling puppy dog eyes to scaramouche.

he clicked his tongue and stooped down to pick her up and hold her against his waist.

"fine, kid." he grumbled, and kissed her forehead while plucking his car keys from off of a nearby hook.

"you're going out in that?" you chuckled and stopped him to adjust his tutu and lopsided crown.

he looked at you incredulously, "the hell i am! i'm handing her to you to go chan-"

"nooo daddy you have to keep the princess clothes on! how are people supposed to know that i'm a knight if they don't see the princess i saved?" your daughter pouted and tugged at his clothes with her fists.

the way she jutted out her bottom lip and looked up at him with wide, watery eyes, there was definitely no way scaramouche could ever say no. like so many times before, he resigned with a defeated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"fine, fine, but i'm not buying any more cookies for you, we have enough!"

you weren't the slightest bit surprised when he came home with not only a delicious looking cake, but two boxes of cookies and a proper knight costume, hand-in-hand with your smiling daughter.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin drabbles #scaramouche drabbles #scaramouche scenarios #god do i love parental hcs #modern au!scara as a dad who spoils his daughter rotten is my favorite thing ever

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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Ateez biker reaction to s/o tell them that they are Pregnant ?

Biker!ATEEZ when their s/o announced their pregnancy

a/n: here's your request!! sorry it took a while for me to finish it 🥲 @captainjoongiekissme

warning: mixture of fluff, angst, and humor

Hongjoong

his cool demeanor will instantly change into a gentle one, holding you close as tears started to brim in the corner of his eyes

Hongjoong opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again, brain malfunctioning and words getting stuck on his throat.

That's it, you screwed up, you shouldn't have told him, you should have known that a family isn't his priority right now.

"I'll understand if you want me to leave, I-" He shot up from his seat, items flying around when he hurriedly went over to you.

"No, baby, I don't want you to leave," he murmured against your hair, enveloping you in his warm, gentle hug, "stay here, I'll take care of you no matter what."

Seonghwa

excited man child, despite the life that he chose, his neverending dream of being a father never really left him

a loud gasp escaped from Seonghwa's mouth, hands going over to his hair, pulling it like a maniac.

"Are you okay?" you cautiously asked him, his unexpected reaction made you nervous.

"Am I okay?!" he quipped back at you before holding your hands, kissing it while looking at you lovingly.

"I am more than okay, I've never felt so alive more than today."

Yunho

sweet af, no matter how tall and tough he is, having a child with you will always be a dream come true for him

"Holy f-" he put a hand over his mouth, interrupting his own words.

"I should never curse in front of you, or else the baby would hear!" he scolded himself, bonking his head.

"You're not mad?" you asked him, voice low and hesitant.

He went his way over to you and pulled you in a passionate kiss, "Mad? No, honey, I am so fucking happy."

Well there goes his promise to not cuss.

Yeosang

silent for a while, thinking whether you're pulling a prank on him or not, when he realizes that you're telling the truth, he calmly manages the situation

He stares at you, scrutinizing your face carefully before heaving out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He's not opposed to it, but he certainly is not ready either.

On the other hand, you were panicking because of his expression, he definitely noticed that and did his best to calm you down.

"Let's talk about this yeah? Don't worry, I won't leave you."

San

he rushed over to you out of happiness, accidentally stepping on his pet's tail that caused a commotion inside your home

"Oh my god, Byeol, baby girl, I'm sorry I didn't mean to!"

San apologized to his cat but it only hissed at him, not amused by the fact that its precious tail got stepped on.

The cat strutted towards you, laying in your stomach that had the man shrieking.

"No! Byeol you're gonna crush my child!"

Yeah, he'll be an overprotective father alright.

Mingi

gets all excited, yeeting his self out of any situation just to get to you, he needs to show you how thankful he is

Nose high and forehead crinkling, Mingi's stature and dark aura are effective against the other gang that their group is scaring off.

That all went away when he got a phone call from you, telling him that you're pregnant before he let out a high-pitched scream.

He turned around, sporting a big smile on his face that made him look like a golden retriever.

"I have to go! My baby is preggy and damn, I need to see her!"

He left his members gaping, facepalming but still proud that he'll be a father soon.

Wooyoung

loud, like really loud as he gets all smug, pride swelling within him at the thought of finally building a family with you

"I'm gonna be a father!" he yelled, voice booming and you're sure he did it on purpose so your neighbors would hear.

They always did talk shit about his lifestyle, and now it's his turn to be all superior.

He opened the window, shouting for everyone to hear.

"Y'all motherfuckers I knocked my darling up and I'm gonna be a dad soon and you're not! Take that you pieces of sh-"

You have to personally stop him or else you'll find yourselves in trouble.

Jongho

man is so willing to throw away his previous life and start anew just to make sure that you'll live in a safe environment

"Jongho you don't need to do this." you tried to convince him once more, certain that it'll be hard for him to adjust to the new way of living that he chose.

"Babe, don't worry, the members will understand, and I want to protect you all at cost." he placed a peck on the crown of your head before picking up a box that holds your baby items.

"Now, let's go and buy more of what we'll need. Is there anything specific that you want?"

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sukirichi · 3 years

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reckless [02.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. angst, toxic situations

✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.

one ✘ two ✘ three

One glance at the tall man beside you, and you would’ve thought he would pass out soon.

Satoru had been endlessly fidgety hours before the appointment. Flicking from music stations to another, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel or sighing at the sight of you calmly watching the city go by in a flash – it was clear he was restless. Judging from the dark circles he tried to conceal under a pair of shades, he probably hadn’t slept much last night as well.

Now that you were both inside the clinical room, with you laying back down on the reclined bed, belly exposed and all for him to marvel at, his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. “Satoru, calm down. It’s just a doctor’s appointment.”

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m just…excited yet nervous, you know? It feels so real now.”

Real didn’t begin to cover it. Although you masked your nervous quite well, you felt your stomach tighten when a woman came in. Her smile was gentle and comforting enough, talking you both through the process and spilling little fun facts about pregnancy. She applied a cool gel over your belly before turning to a screen, where mixed dots and waves of black and white blurred in front of your visions. Your eyes widened in awe, throat dry from the inability to speak. The baby had always felt real, but seeing it with your own two eyes, a small figure barely even a comprehensible shape in the screen, you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“That’s mine?” Satoru breathed out, absentmindedly looping his hands through yours. It made you stiffen for a quick second, but your attention was quickly pulled back to the sonogram. “We made that?”

Your heart clenched at his words.

He sounded so happy – like all his dreams came true and you’d just given him a gift that was beyond priceless. You supposed it really was; a baby was always a miracle and joy to have, but this child wasn’t made out of love. How could he have so much fondness for something he didn’t want in the first place?

“The baby is perfectly healthy. This pregnancy doesn’t seem like a high-risk one, but it’s too early to tell so we’ll keep checking in on you,” the doctor pushed her glasses back to her nose, the sound of her cool voice pulling you back from a dangerous path of self-doubt and wariness. “Do you guys want to know the gender?”

Glancing at Satoru, you shook your head. It was amusing that you didn’t need to share words before he got the meaning behind one look, and he squeezed your hand as if to say he understood.

“I’d like that to be more of a surprise. Thank you, doctor.”

“Congratulations on being a father, Sir,” she bowed, and it occurred to you just now she was probably a family doctor. Satoru did end up keeping his promise that your pregnancy be kept private for a while. This little detail made you turn to him with shock written all over your face, though his attention was centred in on the swirling monochrome colours on the screen. Whether the doctor noticed the brewing tension between you two or not, you were still gad when they bowed once more to excuse themselves. “I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

The moment she was gone, you sat up and pushed your blouse down. Satoru’s demeanour had changed as well. His smile was wiped from his face, replaced only by a slight downturn of his lips.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed, not minding one bit that he was inches away from resting his chin onto your thighs. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You’ve been so worried since we got here.”

Satoru winced.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Even if you aren’t, it’s not that hard to see through you,” you spoke gently, a spirit possessing you because there would’ve been no other logical reason on why you placed a palm over his. Satoru’s hands were warm and large as he cupped your knee, tracing little patterns over your jeans as he kept his gaze lowered to the floor. It was an odd sight to see; that the Gojo Satoru refused to look a woman in the eye. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Satoru’s sigh is painfully drawn out, though his chuckles took the brunt.

“I don’t know what to do – how to be a father, I mean. Don’t you ever get worried…that maybe we might fuck up and ruin someone’s life?”

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes – which you really wished he didn’t, because you’d never seen such azure this up close before. It was no secret that his eyes alone stole the hearts of people, but you had to remind yourself he broke them as well, so that you pulled away right before he got too close for comfort. It wasn’t what he needed anyway. Satoru simply required reassurance, so you opted for an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Weren’t you the one telling me the other day we’ll work it out?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile lighting up his features once more. “Are you feeling good? There’s someplace I want to take you, as a celebration for our healthy baby.”

You pursed your lips. As much as you appreciated his enthusiasm, this ‘celebration’ didn’t sound like a good idea. You’ve made mistakes before and now you lived the consequence of it; being reckless was outdated. Caution, wariness, and space were the top three perfect recipes for the complete opposite of a disaster.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not?” he challenged, taking your hand in his as he guided you out the clinic. You made no comment on why he led you out the back where he’d parked his car, even going as far to bow for you as he opened your door. “Liven up a little, we got good news today! Plus, we didn’t both take a day for nothing. Come on, you’re going to have fun, I promise you!”

“And where would we go where people won’t recognize you?”

“Somewhere people are too lost in their own world to focus on others,” Satoru announced before sending you a side glance, smooth hands already on their way to rev the engine.

This wouldn’t go down well. Or at least that was what you wanted to believe, because his smile and excitement were too contagious that you couldn’t restrain the smile you wore.

“A carnival? Really? We’re too old for this.”

“We’re never too old for anything,” he insisted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he maneuvered from stall to stall. Everywhere around you, children and people of all ages milled by, laughter and screams that fading into the distance. One survey at the long, endless lines for the rides and crowded spaces, you grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable weight resting on your shoulders that was beyond Satoru’s hands. “Aw, come on, don’t be such a bore. Day offs like these are rare and think about the baby! Don’t you think they would’ve wanted us to get a long?”

“You’re just using the baby as an excuse to have fun.”

Of course he would – Gojo Satoru was like a man-child. Whether it was someone randomly bringing donuts or puppies into the office, he easily lit up like a firework, seemingly finding joy in every little thing. Being stuck in the office and forced to work his ass off under your supervision must’ve taken a toll on him too.

Add on the fact he hadn’t gone out on dates or parties ever since he found out he was going to be a dad, the desperation to go out and do something was written all over his face.

Satoru pouted. “That’s mean. Take that back.”

“No.”

“And I’m the childish one here?” he snickered. You merely rolled your eyes at him and gave in; too much time spent working and not enough time relaxing (not that being a carnival was your definition or relaxation, but alas, Satoru was dragging you around everywhere like always) wouldn’t be good for the baby.

“You see that bear over there? I’m going to win that for you. It could be my first ever present for our baby.”

There was no stopping him. You didn’t want to, either, because you just stood there, arms crossed against your chest as you let him do whatever he pleased. A literal man-child, a youthful soul stuck in an irritatingly attractive man’s body – these were the thoughts that ran through your head while Satoru kept swinging his arm back and forth. He chose a stall where you had to knock down stacks of cans down with one set of three balls, all because he wanted to win a bear. You would really rather go home than watch him fail four times now, but he wasn’t giving up, only flexing his shoulders before gesturing to the young man.

“Hey man, three more balls please.”

Nothing was funny about it at all. Watching your boss fail miserably even after ten tries shouldn’t have been so hilarious, yet sweat was dripping all over his face and his patience was hanging on a loose thread that you were giggling before you knew it.

His usual confident bravado began to tear down bit by bit, his face flushed from the sounds of your teasing.

“Satoru, stop,” you laughed, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and your wallet might as well be empty! You can just go buy a bear at the mall.”

“You’re too functional. Where would be the meaning behind it if I just bought a random bear?” he huffed, pushing the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows. Determined now more than ever, he even stretched his long arms side to the side with a shake of his hips. You could tell the young man manning the stall was hiding his amusement by whistling to himself, but Satoru really was such a ridiculous sight you couldn’t blame him. “No, I’m going to get that for you, then I’ll brag to my baby how cool their dad was when he knocked those cans down.”

“You mean, if you knock those cans down.”

His shoulders deflated. “Support me a little bit, will you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, it might just inflate your ego and you’ll be too distracted by yourself to ever actually knock those cans down,” He threw a ball with a force so strong it hit the curtain above the cans, and it bounced back somewhere below the tables. It didn’t even touch the can by a smidge, and you snorted. “See what I mean?”

Expecting that Satoru would take insult to heart (as his ego was easily wounded, this much you knew when he refused to talk to anyone at the office for a whole day because one of his directors forgot his name) you smirked at him, but that smirk immediately dropped when he grinned back at you. He was no longer wimpy like before, an aura of confidence brimming from him. “That’s like the second time you’ve told me I was distracting,” he mused, leaving you baffled because he was right. “On the contrary, I think you’rea lot more distracting, so I take that back. Just stand there and watch me win.”

“Okay,” you drawled out in faux disinterest, thankful for the corny carnival music and chatter from the crowd that he couldn’t hear your poor beating heart.

You were too focused on pretending to be unbothered by him that you failed to see how the cans were knocked down. The counter guy was already picking them up as Satoru pumped his fists in the air, way too much like a child high on sugar.

Was this really the father of your baby?

“I won! I fucking won! That huge brown bear, please!”Satoru’s smile from holding the bear that was half his size couldn’t even compare to the city lights and sparklers. Even his eyes were lit up in joy as he skipped back to you, happily waving the doe-eyed bear in front of you. At your lack of reaction, he sighed before jutting his cheek out to you. “No congratulations kiss?”

“How about a slap?”

“Kinky,” he teased, sending your brain to overheat when he tapped his chin in thought. “Well, you did make my back bleed so I kind of got the idea you’re sort of extreme in bed – ow! Would you please stop hitting me? I just won you a wonderful prize and your first reaction is to hit me! This arm is exhausted from swinging endlessly, you know.”

“Maybe if you aimed better, you wouldn’t have had to exhaust yourself. Like I said, you could’ve just bought a bear,” you scolded, raising your arm threateningly when he opened his mouth again. Idiot. “Give me that.”

Satoru effortlessly swung the bear until it was under your chins, his white lashes ethereal as he peeked at you through them. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath dusting on your cheeks, that same warmth that had been mixing with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss just weeks ago. “And who said I was letting you carry this?” he taunted, thoroughly enjoying how for once, you weren’t hitting him.“I’m supposed to wave this around proudly then place it in our baby’s room when we get home. Besides, your hand looks heavy already.”

“My hands? Wait, what do you mean our baby’s room?”

At your words and questioning gaze, Satoru did a quick turn, trying to use the bear as a shield.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I may or may not have had my parents’ guest room renovated as a baby room, although if you ask me, I think moving somewhere else would be much better. Raising a child in a penthouse doesn’t seem like such a great idea if you ask me,” opening your mouth to scold him, Satoru stopped you by placing a finger on your lips, noses grazing against each other. “Don’t scold me right now; I know that look on your face and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? We can still decorate it ourselves. I just had the beds removed and the space cleaned out. Now stop over thinking and let me help you with your problem.”

You pushed his face away for the sake of your heart. In fact, you should be paid for your acting skills for looking so unaffected.

“What problem?”

“Your hands look heavy,” he beamed, long fingers looping through yours as he swayed them side to side. “So let me carry it for you.”

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he blinked innocently while surrendering his free hand, “I’m not doing this for you, it’s for the baby. Did you know oxytocin is released and makes you feel good and reduces pain, maybe even stress? We can pump your oxytocin levels through touch. It also lowers your blood pressure, and we want you at your happiest and healthiest for this pregnancy, right?”

“Since when were you an expert on this?”

“Since I found out I’m becoming a dad,” his words struck you speechless, mouth pressed into a flat line as you stared him openly. You hadn’t mean to come off as rude in that moment; you were just trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words, to explore the depth in his eyes, but Satoru must’ve took it wrong as he cleared his throat, “I can let go if you really want me to.”

“N-no! It’s fine…can we move? We’ve been standing here for ten minutes now,” Embarrassed, you pointed to the closest thing in your sight – a photo booth. “How about there? That looks fun.”

Satoru followed where your arm was pointed, laughing when a couple exited the red curtains while giggling amongst themselves. The guy even leaned down to steal a long kiss from his lover, and if you were embarrassed before, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back again right now. “You know, if you wanted me to be stuck in a cramped space next to you, you could’ve just said so. I didn’t bring the limo with me, but the Audi could be pretty small for us, I guess…”

You hissed at him in warning, “God, you never shut up do you?”

“It made you smile.”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“Sure, mommy, whatever you say,” bumping his hip with yours, Satoru led you inside the cube. There were a plethora of filters to choose from; ranging from heart frames and ones that placed shades on your face. Not really thinking of what to pick, you reached out to press the frog hats one, but Satoru was swatting your hands away for the effect with heart emojis everywhere. “This is cute. We can show this to our baby once they’re born.”

“They won’t really know what a Polaroid is, Satoru.”

“It’s still sentimental!” he grumbled before clicking the camera icon, a huge smile already on his face until he saw you squished on the other side of the booth. Only one side of your ear could be seen, and Satoru furrowed his brows at you. “Come closer, you’ll be cropped from the frame.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t act shy now, I already fucked a baby into you,” mouth falling open at the vulgarity of his words, Satoru took the chance to drag you beside him. “Relax, you’re always so stiff. Our baby might come out frowning if you keep huffing like that.”

“You’re too close for comfort.”

“My apologies, I’ll try not to be included in the photo when you’re the one who suggested this in the first place,” he muttered playfully, booping your nose before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He was close, too close, that his musky perfume filled the close space. You wanted to lean closer to his warmth and sturdiness of his broad shoulders; his mere presence bringing about a sense of tranquillity despite your words. You told yourself it shouldn’t be too bad to lean into him for just a little while, absentmindedly following him as he cheers, “Smile!”

One photo turned into two, and Satoru ended up inserting a few more bills into the slot to take more. He tried out as many filters as he wanted, acting as if you two had been long time friends from how easy it was for him to be around you like that.

You supposed it came from his heavy experience with women. You were so unlike; while he was open to touch and didn’t care too much about space, you craved it deliriously.

It was obvious none of this meant anything to Satoru. You were probably just another woman in his life, with the exception that you had a kid, but you couldn’t mean something more. If anything, he treated you more like an old friend than a lover. He’d said it himself before that you weren’t his type and you didn’t mind, so why did it hurt the longer you mulled about it? Sure, you may not be as attractive or luxurious as his previous lovers, but did you really not even have charismatic pull? Is it because you weren’t his type that he was so casual with you, while you on the other hand, felt like you would lose your mind at every little thing he did?

You watched as Satoru pulled out his wallet and kept the Polaroid of you both grinning at the camera, forming a silly heart shape with your hands per his request. It was silly and platonic – yet the gesture confused you to no end.

“Why’d you do that?”

Satoru’s hand paused. “Am I not allowed to…?”

“We’re not lovers. You can’t just put a photo of us in your wallet.”

As if to prove a point, Satoru pulled out more photos of his wallet and showed it to you. There were several more wallet-sized photos, mostly of his white cat with black shades, another of him and his best friend, Shoko, and the last photo was of him skiing. They were all placed in his wallet along with a small, faded out photograph of what seemed to be his parents from the younger days. You couldn’t understand why he was showing you this, much less how patient he was as he smiled softly at you. “It’s memorabilia. I keep photos of everyone I care about everywhere with me,” he said, pocketing his wallet back before gazing up at the night sky. “I like to think we’re friends, at least. We’re definitely not just boss and employee anymore.”

Then what are we?

There were so many things you wanted to ask. You always knew he was always this overly friendly and nice, but what did make you? What did a friend mean to him? Other than Shoko, who was his lesbian friend who was also the company’s resident doctor, you’d never seen him be platonic with another female before.

The realization made your mood drop.

Maybe you were right. He probably didn’t even see you as a woman, but what did it matter? You didn’t like him. You shouldn’tlike him. Even if he had no intentions of wooing you, Gojo Satoru was far too appealing for his own good. Being around him was dangerous for your heart.

“Wanna ride the ferris wheel? The night city always looks beautiful.”

He was just your boss...and you were just a friend. Things were going to be alright as long as no feelings were involved. You survived seven years of working with him with not a single moment where your heart fluttered when he spoke your name; a baby made between you shouldn’t change anything now. At the end of the day, you were both only doing this out of responsibility. Satoru was trying his best to become a supportive co-parent to you, and that was all it ever would be. Strictly business – purely professional – as it always had been and always will be.

Foolish girl, you could hear a voice whisper at the back of your head, don’t get too lost in his eyes.

“Y/N, are you tired? Do you want to go home now? We can just order dinner to be delivered if you’re exhausted,” Satoru tugged at your sleeve to get your attention, and you chuckled awkwardly, not meaning to have spaced out the whole time. Worry was written all over his face from the way his brows dipped, stunning blue eyes darkening like the night sky you both made memories under.

Don’t look at me like that...

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you chirped far too brightly than you would’ve liked. Right now, it was more of a mission of fake it til you make it. You would just have to keep exerting the same amount of effort into making this work for the baby’s sake. And if that meant pushing aside any budding desire for this to last any longer to focus on your ‘friendship’, then you would do it. Taking Satoru’s hand for the first time since the baby ordeal, you flashed him a genuine smile. “The ferris wheel sounds nice. Let’s do some sightseeing before the night ends.”

Neither of you speak inside the cab. Beautiful the night was as the city shone into awakening illumination beneath you, comforting you with the thought that in the grand scheme of it all, you were small. Insignificant. That somehow everything you worried about wouldn’t matter when there was a much bigger world out there, and you were but a fickle dot in the middle of its entirety. But that was you, and Gojo lived in a much different world than you did. For somewhere in the city, you could recognize several of the sky towers, buildings, and establishments owned by his family. He mattered in the grand scheme; you were a small factor in his world.

Glancing back at the man who’d been silent the whole ride, you smiled upon seeing that he was doing the same. Satoru was practically bouncing in his seat as he snapped several photos of the city, mumbling something about he’d never seen this view before.

He was so innocent yet so out there, igniting within you an urge to take care of him and wanting to be taken care of by him.

You’d already accepted that you may just never have him that way. That small, fleeting crush was like a butterfly – pretty look at, but damn near impossible to catch. You’d already stopped crying yourself to sleep over the new changes brought about in your body, that in a few months’ time, you’d look back into everything and see that everything had changed. The mistakes you made that night were still something you regretted because you wished you could’ve done better, but seeing him right in front of you now, there was only gratefulness blooming within. Grateful that he was right by your side, grateful that at least the father of your child was more than capable of giving them a comfortable life, grateful that he didn’t push you away like you expected.

Acting more on impulse than logic, you leaned over to press your lips on his cheek.“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you let your lips stay there for a few more seconds.

His skin was warm underneath your touch, and when you opened your eyes, Satoru was gazing up at you with stars twinkling in the vast galaxy he called his eyes. You smiled at his reaction, watching as he reached a palm out to caress that spot your lips had landed.“For what?”

“For everything,” you crumbled,“You’re not a bad person, Satoru, I know that,” with shuddered breaths, tears sprung at the back of your eyes again. “I’m sorry for being so difficult. I just need time to adjust to…well, all of this.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you were crying before you knew it, face hidden behind your palms in fear he’d look at you differently. In his eyes, you were always his stoic secretary who didn’t even bat an eye when people gave you backlash after Satoru hired you despite the lack of a college degree.

This all felt new – to cry, to trust, to rely on someone – and there was a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

Scooping you into his arms, Satoru patted your back as your cries grew louder. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to rush into anything at all.”

In the harsh world of conglomerates where the laws of business blurred thinner and thinner with each day, it was hard to believe that not rushing into anything would be possible. It was always a flurry of hurried phone calls, frantic preparations for emergency meetings, anxiety over presenting new proposals and hoping that your superiors would sign your documents so you could go about your way. Time was as imperative as money was to them, but Satoru had proved he could be beyond that.

From the moment you met him, he never treated time as if it was something that slipped through his fingertips. He enjoyed every second he had of his life, and perhaps that was why you hated him so much in the first place.

You thought he took everything for granted, when in reality, all he did was bask in the little things life offered.

This much, at least, you trusted him with. If he said there would be no need to rush and you could both take it slow, he meant it. Around him, time felt more like a secret whisper than a treasure you both had to seize to protect. The night drifted off until it was already midnight and the crew was ushering all visitors out. You and Satoru made it home safely and quietly, hands linked together as if it was the most natural thing ever. No rush, you kept telling yourself, and you plopped down on the couch heavily as you let your muscles relax from such a long, eventful day.

You stayed there for a solid minute or so when you felt warm hands take your heels off. Opening your eyes, Satoru kneeled before you, his fingers expertly rubbing and pushing against the sore muscles of your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your feet must be tired from all that walking,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to meet your eyes and tease your shoulder back. “Lean back for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Judging by the sentiment behind his smile, you figured it wouldn’t be harmful to enjoy this at least once. You’ve never gotten foot massages before but his hands kneading yours felt heavenly. You knew from experience beforehand that Satoru was quite godly when it came to the skills and magic his fingers brought, though this one was on a different level, and you were sinking deeper into the couch from the bliss. He was right; you were tired, and if having your boss massage you like this every night after dragging you wherever he pleased, then you wouldn’t complain.

The ringing of your phone made you sit up abruptly, surprising Satoru whose head you almost knocked into. “Sorry,” you croaked out sheepishly, “It’s my dad. I need to take this.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?”

“Uh, no, you’re fine.”

Satoru gestured to your foot as you took the call, mouthing, “Should I continue?”

“Yes, please,” you answered back, palm pressed over the mic before you answered. “Hey, Dad!” Your father greeted you back with much enthusiasm, his energy heard even by Satoru who sent you small smiles and curious glances every now and then. A part of you wanted to ask if he was fine kneeling on the floor like that, but his knees were on the fur carpet anyway that it shouldn’t hurt him. He extended your leg and trailed up your calves, pulling a soft moan from you when he kneaded the flesh and rid it of its knots. His ministrations distracted you until you were nodding absentmindedly to your Dad every now and then, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Then the call ended, and his last words kept ringing back into your head ominously. Satoru took quick notice of this as he tapped your knee, bringing your attention back to him. “Is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I...” you started, helplessly fumbling around Satoru. “My dad is in Tokyo. He said he wants to have dinner with me.”

“You don’t look particularly happy about that. Do you not want to meet your father?”

“I do but...”

“But?”

“I have to tell him about this,” you shivered, refracting your legs back to the couch until his touch disappeared from your skin. For a moment, you had the urge to crawl back to his heat, but you were restless, agitated. “About us. He’s going to want to meet you and I don’t want to hide the pregnancy from him either,” Satoru remained unmoving as you rambled, and you hid your face behind your arms again as you remembered the rules you asked him to follow. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sound unfair right now, I know I said I didn’t want anyone else knowing—”

Warm lips brushed over your knuckles, large hands peeling your wrists to reveal your face. “Hey, it’s fine. He’s family and you can tell him. It’s not like your Dad would ruin your image or something like you expected to happen.”

“He won’t but...” you frowned, “My dad isn’t going to like this. I can’t guarantee he’ll be civil the whole time, especially towards you.”

“You told him about me?”

“A few years ago, yeah, when I still couldn’t tolerate you.”

“So you can tolerate me now?”

“Only a little bit,” you corrected, pushing his hands away as you opened your phone to check your schedule. It was mostly Satoru’s schedule, truth be told, but you were free for the most part tomorrow. Satoru could just longue back in his office while you clocked out early to meet your dad. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. On second thought, he doesn’t have to know at all. I’m only a few weeks in and it’s not like he’ll notice—”

“Y/N,” Satoru interrupted you, rudely snatching his phone from your shaking fingers. You would’ve scolded him had he not sounded so worried. “I did promise I would take responsibility for you, right? I want to meet your dad and introduce myself properly. As a father-to-be, I think I can somewhat understand that he might react strongly to this, but I also need to reassure him you’re in safe hands,” taking your hand in his, Satoru leaned into your palm, the smile he wore way too charming than what your heart could handle. “As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to meet him.”

“I’m sorry if he does something stupid.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’m sure everything will go well.”

It didn’t go well. Your father wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene like you originally feared, but the current situation wasn’t any better either. He looked like he was on the verge of tearing Satoru’s head apart, his grip on the bread knife so tight his knuckles flashed white. Your father was the literal definition of unpredictable and out of nervousness, you held Satoru’s hand under the table for comfort.

In complete opposition of yours, Satoru handled it with class and composure. His head was ducked down in respect, making sure to be curt and precise in counters to your father’s harsh accusations.

“I’m really sorry for everything, Sir.”

“Did you ruin my daughter’s life?”

Satoru finally tilted his head back up to look your father in the eye, both your hands turning cold and sweaty in between the seats. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you ruined my daughter’s life by getting her pregnant.”

“I would never intend for that to happen, Sir,” Satoru straightened up. From your perspective, he looked every bit the man parents would want their children to be with – handsome, elegant, educated, polite, respectful and well-off – but your father was no ordinary parent. He sized Satoru up like a predator hunting his prey even as the latter acted cool about it. “Granted, it was an accident and neither of us are prepared for this, but I promise I’ll take care of her. I take responsibility as the father and you have nothing to worry about.”

Your dad slammed his palms down on the table, the loud smack catching the attention of nearby tables. “How dare you tell me I have nothing to worry about?”

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

“No, he needs to know,” he snapped. Unable to help it, you groaned inwardly and scooted closer to Satoru, knowing where this was leading. “I lost her mother right after she was born; raised her by myself when I was barely out from high school. Rich men like you may never understand the struggles of taking care of a baby all by yourself, but I did everything I could to make sure she grew up well. My daughter had a happy, comfortable life. When she told me she wanted to follow her dreams in Tokyo, I supported her, and then you go take everything away from her because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? You dare defile her like that?”

“Dad!” you roared, clutching Satoru’s hand who’d gone limp. “It was equally my responsibility as it is his! I wanted this; we both got carried away but we’re doing our best, so please stop being difficult to us.”

“You wanted this?” he laughed dryly, “A child with this man you kept moaning to me about; the same man who went to clubs every night while he left you all by yourself to work, to clean up his mess from him? You wanted him?”

“Dad,” you gritted your teeth, nails sinking down onto your thigh. Satoru remained silent between you both, although you could feel his burning gaze penetrating through the back of your skull. “It’s both our mistake. But this child...we don’t see it as that. We like to view it as a blessing. It may be true we harbour no affection for one another, but we want to be good parents. That’s all you need to know and I find no reason to explain myself to you. If you have nothing else to say, you can go back home. I’ll pay for your ride,” slamming down a few bills his way, you glared at your father, who shrunk back at the anger radiating off of you. “You’re not welcome here, Dad. Just go back home.”

“I’m just worried for you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I never said you were,” he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. “But he just took all your opportunities away from you! What about your dreams? What about your plan of having your own career once you have enough experience? What about—”

“Are you implying that because I’m pregnant, suddenly I’m not qualified to fulfil my goals?”

“Sir,” Satoru cut you off, releasing your hands as he leaned forwards on the table, becoming more and more like the CEO he was trained to be – all authority and gentle command that won the hearts of multiple investors. “I assure you that I won’t be holding your daughter back from the things she wants to achieve. As her co-parent, I’m perfectly capable of supporting her in the dreams she wishes to achieve. I’ve worked with her for years; I know she can reach for the stars if she wanted.”

Your mind blanked.

“Young man, don’t talk to me as if you know my daughter better than I do,” your father scorned, “I’m not questioning your capability to support her, but what about your credibility? How can you assure me you’ll really be there for her? How can you assure me you won’t leave my daughter stranded in the middle of nowhere? How can you assure me you can protect her from the harsh criticism of society? Money can’t provide nor does it solve anything,” your father copied his gesture by leaning forward, but it was to poke Satoru’s chest. “From what I’ve heard about you, I suppose you understand perfectly well why I don’t trust you.”

“Sir, I do plan on marrying your daughter and to give her the life she deserves,” Satoru confessed, effectively stealing from you the ability to speak as he glimpsed your way. “If she lets me.”

“You’ll marry her? Be faithful to her as your wife and have a family? Are you sure you can do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m highly confident I can. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Then that’s all I need to know,” your father leaned back in your seat, arms crossed against his chest and a stern expression on his face. “And if I find out you hurt or make my daughter cry in any way, I’ll beat up that pretty face of yours. I have two more sons that’re willing to do the same, if you don’t watch your actions.”

Satoru beamed at your father’s ‘approval.’ “I’ll face any consequence if I fall short on my duties, Sir, but I assure you, it will never have come to that.”

“So we’ve come to an agreement?”

The two men linked and shook hands across the table, completely disregarding the fact you were right beside him. You were beyond appalled, but mostly hurt that you’d been reduced to this way. And they were unaware of it, too, sickening and satisfied yet tense smiles were masked on their faces as they decided your future.

You stood up and left the restaurant.

You kept walking as fast as you could in the cold night, hands shoved into the coat of your pockets. Thousands of pin needles pricked at your heart and your skin the more you replayed the memory in your head. How stupid were you to think that Satoru would be different? And marriage? Was he serious? It all made you sick to the core to the point you wanted to throw up and disappear, until a heavy set of footsteps echoed behind you and tugged your wrist.

“Y/N, wait!” Satoru panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s wrong with you? You just up and left—”

“Seriously, Satoru, you’re asking me that?” your face fell flat at his cluelessness, “What’s wrong with you? You men are sickening; planning my entire future like that right in front of me as if I don’t have a say in what I want. None of you asked if I’m okay with this. You really went ahead deciding we’ll get married when I told you already, I don’t want to marry you and I never will!”

Satoru brushed a hand over his hair, a hand on his hip. You could tell his patience was being tested – after being verbally harassed by your father and now with you pushing back in the same heat, it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. Surprisingly enough, however, his voice remained levelled as he sighed. “What did you expect me to do back there? Tell your father that we’re just going to be roommates and raise a child together as if we’re not already family?” he defended, words slow and pronounced with a hint of hurt behind them. “I respect you and I truly do want to be with you, that’s why I wanted us to get married.”

“You respect me?” you laughed incredulously, “Are you hearing yourself right now? No person respects another by deciding what happens to my life without my consent!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask, okay? I apologize for it and I acknowledge my mistake that I didn’t give you much of a choice. Me being cornered and pressured isn’t a good excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want to take care of you and—”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” you demanded, “Why do you want to take care of me so badly? How did you even take this so well? You weren’t even that angry when I told you I was pregnant.”

Satoru paled. “Was I supposed to be? Should I have pushed you away and kicked you out my life? Is that what you wanted me to do, or is that what you expected from me, considering you’ve made it extremely clear I’m nothing but your airheaded boss and a man who always wants his dick wet, right?” the sting of his words pricked you both – you with your guilt, and him with his pride crushed. But he didn’t let on, didn’t waver and didn’t match your anger as his chest shook with impatience. “I’m trying to be good to you; I want to be good for you and the baby because despite what you think of me, I’m not the devil the tabloids make me out to be. I sleep around, yeah, but I wouldn’t go so far to turn someone away especially when I know I’m supposed to be there.”

“Satoru, if you’re only doing this out of obligation, you can be a good father without marrying me. Marriage is not a requirement; I don’t care what people say that I got pregnant without getting married. That’s the least of my concern, I just want the baby to grow up healthy but I don’t want to be involved with you.”

With how stunned Satoru looked, one would’ve thought you slapped him right in the face. That mere sight of seeing your boss tear his walls down in front of you almost made you feel bad, but you had to be strong.

You had to be firm with what you stood for.

“I really don’t want to be with you, Satoru. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, begging and pleading as he stood before you, looking every bit of a man lost in uncharted territory. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. One moment, you’re telling me you want me to be a good father, and then the next you’re pushing me away. People are so sure that I’m a man who can never settle down because they believe I have commitment issues, but I’m telling you I can commit to you right now,” he held your hand, rubbing some of his warmth at your comparably cold ones. You didn’t fail to notice that he was trembling, but what about what you couldn’t decipher. “Are you really sure I’m the one here who isn’t capable of that? What are you so scared of that you can’t trust me?”

“Because you’re you! Because you’re a fucking asshole who’s been treating me like I’m an overworking machine and always expects me to undo your shit for you! Because you make me sick and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t know what love means!” Exploded. You exploded. “I regret everything that happened between us that night. No, in fact, I regret ever meeting you at all.”

Satoru took a step back.

All the light and joy that fit so perfectly with him had now disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he demurred, “I’m sorry that I’d been so repulsive that you’ve felt miserable for all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t been a decent boss and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.”

“Gojo, stop. Stop doing that; stop apologizing!”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he barked desperately. “Because I can’t read your mind and I just want to be good for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? I don’t want you to be good to me, I don’t want you to care about me. Be there for the baby, but don’t involve yourself too much in my personal life. Stop asking me to marry you because you and I would never work out. We’re impossible, okay?”

“How do you know we’ll never work out when we haven’t even tried?” he pushed, “You never even gave me a chance.”

“You’re not worth that chance.”

If someone could receive an award for effortlessly trampling over someone repeatedly, you would’ve been crowned winner a long time ago. You had no idea what came over you as you spat all those hurtful words to Satoru, but did your words bear no truth? The fact that he no longer defended himself meant he also knew that he wasn’t worth it – that he wasn’t someone to be trusted. It wasn’t that you were completely unfair too; of course you considered it. Weeks of living under the same roof as him and you most definitely considered it. Say you did get married and became a real family – what then? It wasn’t a marriage out of love, but rather out of responsibility and obligation.

As much as you loved your child, you couldn’t imagine throwing away your future and living miserable for the rest of your life like that.

A life built on lies wasn’t a life worth living.

“I would never hurt you.”

Your heart cracked. After everything you said, after all your efforts to keep him away from your own safety, after all the hurtful things you’ve done to him, and he was still apologizing? Why did he have to make it so hard to let go? You were tired, so tired that you could no longer refrain your lip from quivering as tears caked your face.

“Gojo, please, don’t—”

“So if me stepping away from your life is what would really make you happy, then I’ll respect it. But there’s one thing I have to ask,” Satoru swiped a thumb under your eye to catch the tear. His smile was forlorn, his touch cold and words melancholic. “Do you want the baby? Do you...want to keep the baby and be a mother? You don’t have to do anything for me, I just want to know if the mother of my child even wants to be one. And please be honest, because everything you say right now are words that I’ll mark seriously.”

The word left your mouth before you could stop it.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I don’t want to be a mother,” you admitted, hands trailing over your belly. It felt like you were betraying your own child, but you hadn’t planned this. “I’m too young, Satoru, I-I’m not ready for this. With you there beside me or not, I really don’t want this.”

“Then,” he cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to catch a moment. You swore you saw his eyes shine under the city lights with tears, but it was gone so soon that you might’ve just fooled yourself with it. Once he deemed himself ready to talk, Satoru took a deep breath. “Do I have your consent that once the baby is born...it’ll be under my care? Would you prefer to reach your own dreams, then? You’ll never have to be a part of the Gojo family if it’s really not what you want, even though I could support you as much as you need me to.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition. “You’ll take care of our baby?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I...can I visit them, at least, once in a while?” It was more than just your heart that broke that night. There was no telling whether you’d hurt yourself in the long run with this decision. It was no easy choice to make – to actively pursue your dreams somewhere else more than being a mother. You wanted to do your best, of course you did, but it wasn’t that easy. Gojo didn’t have to tell you for you to understand that once you married him, you’d be expected to run the business with him and be involved in his family and their dramas. Now that wasn’t a life you wanted.

“You’re free to visit them whenever,” he promised, voice fading even lower into the background. “So is this it? We’ll just be living under the same roof until the baby is born and once they’re here...”

“We’ll part ways.”

“We’ll part ways,” he nodded in agreement, sniffling for a brief second before fixing his tie. The Gojo Satoru you got to know for a few weeks had now disappeared. Not even the goofy boss you spent seven years with could be found in the coldness of his eyes, almost as if he’d put up such impenetrable walls around him and nothing could pass through. The sudden shift in aura made your heart clench as he offered his hand to shake. “Okay. Let’s stay professional until then?”

“Yeah, Sir, I can do that,” your hands shook as you enclosed it around his, but now all the warmth had disappeared – from his eyes, his touch, his soul. It hurt, but this was necessary. It was what felt right. “Thank you – for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you and the baby,” Satoru proclaimed, perplexing you both when he suddenly pulled you in his arms. Just like that, the dam broke, and you were staining his precious suit before you could stop it. His arms rubbed up and down your back the longer he held you there, almost like a final moment to lean on one another before you had to say goodbye eventually. Beneath your palm, his heart beat exuberantly loud, so much so that you might’ve heard the prayers it whispered. “Stop crying now. The baby might feel sad too. We’ll both be alright – we just have to get through this.”

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